Friday, February 1, 2008

Trouble floats the moment you have difficulty speaking a name. It is as if you have infringed a sacred silence and you’re reduced to uttering the syllables in hushed reverential half-whispers. You scribble the letters in fogged up bathroom mirrors, draw a face in lakes in the sink. The name inhabit the drowsy seconds when your eyes flutter open in the morning and dwell in the softness of rapid blinks before you slide into the seduction of late evening sleep.

A smile follows your quickened steps, and your strides become springboards of giddy anticipations. Inside you shimmer, like the entire world is an endless street colonized with burning lampposts. It’s beguiling, not far from holding a jar of fireflies behind the blanket of midnight.

Then a primordial fear creeps in, shelling doubts and uncertainties, so determined to shake you down back into the stark embrace of cynicism.

Yet you are already consumed, ablaze in the promised exhilarations of lazy snuggles on rainy Sunday mornings.

chris a - thanks. sometimes its a combination of vector and bitmap files. sorry i don't have a deviant art account. i only illustrate exclusively for this blog to go with the entries. thanks for dropping by :-)

SHAMELESS SELF-PROMOTION

Citing shameless self-promotion, loudcloud states for the record no discomfort in admitting having no trouble in the self-esteem department. He is possessed of a megalomaniac’s confidence, much to the loathing of many; unleashes an inner fascist when needed to offset being mild-mannered in real life; wields sarcasm, a mordant sense of humor, and jaundiced viewpoint on almost everything mainly to avoid boredom and poke fun on idiocy or absurdity of everything. Inexplicably he ONLY plunks his iPod in his pants right front pocket. Addicted to hysterical outrageous conversations, smart banters, interesting people & an anomalous attachment to color blue. He squanders underpaid earnings into a mounting collection of books, CDs, DVDs, and magazines, resulting to ignored bills, which renders Meralco people irritable. He strongly believes Bill Watterson plagiarized his childhood in Calvin & Hobbes and misleads people into thinking True Love is best essayed in charmingly warped strip, Krazy Kat. He hallucinates most times, a natural consequence of overcaffeination. Essential because he is a chronic insomniac. He blogs to authenticate his deep insecurities.